THE UNKNOWN MR. KENT
is such a billet as that in Marken, isn't there?" he concluded in a bland tone of inquiry.
Von Glutz was the first to recover from this attack.
"When one has been a chancellor, it is rather difficult to step back to a portfolio," he protested.
"Then why not step out into private life?" retorted Kent, and added with great enthusiasm: "It would be such a change for you! By Jove! That's the very thing! Become a plain citizen! All sorts of things to do. Opportunities to criticise the government. Tell admiring friends what you would have done if you had been chancellor. Point out the incumbent's mistakes. Get a lot of figures together to show wasteful extravagance in expenditures. Tariff reform. Income tax. Workingman's friend. Poor girls' benefactor. Be a Cromwell, and get the power of a king by having His Majesty's head cut off. Or a Bismarck, freely lieing, breaking all covenants, and have yourself made a prince. Sort of fellow-citizen, friend-of-the-people, Napoleon, and clap the crown on your bald head. You might even Cookize, and discover a new North pole. Say! If you've been a good chancellor, why did the hen cross the road? Why was Provarsk?"
He paused with mock earnestness, waiting deferentially for a reply.
"You don't answer," he continued, and again
